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Pappillon

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My Soul has known a lot of lives, and the earliest was maybe Stone Age and an adult male. I was arguing with another male, and he was holding a thick tree root that looked like a long handgrip at one end and the other end had a sharp beak-like piece sticking out. He won the argument by burying the sharp bit deep into the frontal bone of my skull into the brain beneath. I have always suffered from intense headaches around that area, and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull.

The second incarnation, or rather death, was an older white-whiskered Egyptian male wandering out of the desert to a camp where the main tent (indigo and dirty white striped ) was awaiting. There were rocks on the ground at my feet, and I had a pair of worn leather sandals. A faded robe covered me from head to foot. A long wooden staff was in my right hand. On the ring finger was a heavy gold ring with an iris-sized cabouchon red garnet set there. Around the bicep of my left arm was a heavy gold carved armband, bearing the symbols "priest of Amun Ra". The cause of my death must have been hiding unseen and I didn't feel a thing. I have a bent rib, the 4th on the left side, that is so painful I cannot stand the spot being touched!

The 3rd was in India, a young 19ish woman in charge of two young children; black-haired well-dressed boys aged about 6 and 3. We're in a room, high up in a red stone fortress. I'm wearing a brightly-colored sari (orange and saffron) and I have silver bracelets and anklets that jingle. There is a revolt outside and a seething screeching wall of peasants and foreign soldiers breech the gates and then the doors, and I gather the youngest boy to me and try to hide him in the folds of the sari. The older little boy I pull behind me, and I know with finality we are doomed. There is a huge dark wooden carved screen with strutting peacocks on it, and suddenly all the elegance and wealth in this place seem obscene. The mob reach us, and I am torn to pieces still trying to defend the boys. My last thought is compassion for these screaming angry people; they are poor and have nothing, and the Palace and those in it with their treasures and jeweled belongings seem disgusting.

There are more, but I will post these later. I look forward to reading any of your thoughts on this.
Thank you for believing, like me, that our Souls gone on and on.
 
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Hi Pappillon:

Welcome to the board.

First Question--Are these three just the ones where you have clear memories, or is there another reason for listing these three?

Second Question--what was the nature of the symbols for "priest of Amun Ra" and can you reproduce them here? They could potentially be indicative of the era for this memory. The presence of whiskers is also interesting. From everything I've seen, ancient Egyptians of rank, at least, were historically clean shavers. The beard might indicate that he was on the run or travelling (both of which also go with the presence of the tent) and did not have access to the usual amenities. The humble surroundings and sudden death might support the "on the run" theory. Hmmm. Perhaps he was a refugee from the reign of Akhenaten.

Third Question--what types of armaments were carried by the peasants and foreign soldiers that broke in? This might, once again, be indicative of the era. For example, firearms and distinctive uniforms would indicate a fairly recent event (something that occurred during the era of British conquest/control). The absence of these might well indicate an earlier date during the Muslim conquest. However, before modern unification, the subcontinent was, I believe, divided into numerous separate kingdoms. So, foreign soldiers might just have been from a different kingdom in India, which would probably make it harder to pin this one down.

Disclaimer--I am not an expert in the history of either Egypt or India. And, the foregoing is, of course, just speculation. BTW--interesting lifetimes.

Cordially,
S&S
 
Pappillon said:
My Soul has known a lot of lives, and the earliest was maybe Stone Age and an adult male. I was arguing with another male, and he was holding a thick tree root that looked like a long handgrip at one end and the other end had a sharp beak-like piece sticking out. He won the argument by burying the sharp bit deep into the frontal bone of my skull into the brain beneath. I have always suffered from intense headaches around that area, and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull....
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Fantastic and far-fetched, if you ask me !

I'm just curious.

If reincarnation means re-positioning of the soul in another totally new body, how can a wound inflicted on the previous body influence on the state of health of the new body?

When you say

"...and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull..."

do you mean that that very weapon is present in the new body's skull, too? If yes, is this a copy of that first weapon, or is it that same weapon miraculously transferred into the skull of the new body? How could this tranference have been done, at which moment of the reincarnation? Who did it and with what purpose? Were the tattoos and/or some other marks on the old body tranferred onto the new body, too?

And if that weapon had been removed from the previous body's skull (still alive or already dead), would the new body still be affected?

Regards.
 
Hi Pappillon,

Welcome to the forum! Interesting three lives. Do you have more memories of other lives?
 
Thank you. fireflydancing, yes I have.
Manassass, Virginia. I'm about 32 years old and male negro. It's well after midnight and windy outside. I'm in a wooden cabin and pieces of faded calico almost cover two tiny glassless windows, one each side of the wooden door. I'm terrified and crying, trying to pray. Outside there are five or six men on horseback with white sheets over them, eyeholes cut out and sheets tied loosely around at the necks. They're yelling for me to come out, telling me what they're going to do to me. I don't want to die. One of them throws a lantern at the front door and it smashes and flames start burning the cabin. They fire pistols and a rifle through the window spaces and I duck for the floor. Flames are quickly filling the thick smoky room inside and I shut my eyes tightly. If I go outside they will cut me up and hang me. If I stay here the fire will kill me. I choose the fire and hope the smoke kills me first.

India, and it's 1947. I'm a young Indian male wearing white cricket flannels. I want to be English and white. Here I am one of millions, and my life is doomed to be stuck in the servant class if I stay here. I wanted to go with the Englishmen when they leave, but most have gone already. The new Indian government is sending it's soldiers to break any small rebellions before they can flower. A jeep roars along the road and into the small crowd that has gathered. We scatter and start to run. A soldier wearing a red turban leaps from the jeep and raises his pistol, as he looks for a target. A young woman in a yellow and orange sari is running beside me, half dragging a little boy with her and holding a wailing baby against her chest. She falls, and I can't leave her. I go back and help her up. And she and the boy are running down into the dry river bed, littered with boulders. I am just behind her, and I risk a quick turn of my head to see where the soldier is. He is not far away, and he notices me and raises the gun. He has a long moustache waxed to points. He eyes are shiny black, and his face shows no emotion. He fires, and the bullet hits me in the back, just under the right shoulder blade. I fall forwards, striking my forehead with force against a boulder. That's all I remember.

There are just snippets of bits from others, sitting at a wooden table eating meat and potatoes off a metal plate, a deadly-looking knife driven point-first into the table top just within reach of my right hand. I think I'm dressed in tights, and they're not clean.

Rigging creaking on a sailing vessel, but I can't swim.

The Middle Ages make me feel sick, and at school I couldn't look at woodcuts from that time. Reading about it has the same effect on me.

That's about all, fireflydancing. My Dad said that I could probably trace the Sikh soldier with the red turban. The colour would designate what regiment he was with.

Blessed be.
 
Cyrus said:
Fantastic and far-fetched, if you ask me !

I'm just curious.

If reincarnation means re-positioning of the soul in another totally new body, how can a wound inflicted on the previous body influence on the state of health of the new body?

When you say

"...and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull..."

do you mean that that very weapon is present in the new body's skull, too? If yes, is this a copy of that first weapon, or is it that same weapon miraculously transferred into the skull of the new body? How could this tranference have been done, at which moment of the reincarnation? Who did it and with what purpose? Were the tattoos and/or some other marks on the old body tranferred onto the new body, too?

And if that weapon had been removed from the previous body's skull (still alive or already dead), would the new body still be affected?

Regards.
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I have thought about this a lot, Cyrus. Perhaps while the Soul is in a physical body it records the moment of Death, and takes it into each life thereafter.
"Fantastic and far-fetched"? Well, I have to admit if I'd read this from someone else I'd think the same. But I am not given to lies. Writing this down has taken me ages to get up the courage! I don't want people thinking I'm crazy.
 
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I don't find it weird to only remember traumatic deaths. Intense emotions seem to be remembered best.
(Well, I am probably a deviation from remembering my own dying moments. While I do have a messy collection of snippets of memories around peaking emotions in general, I guess I hardly have any memory of dying. 'Factual' dying is almost erased from my memories. Perhaps I am too emotionally sensitive to cope with these moments. I do remember that "I" let me fall from a huge cliff once. Totally without emotions, and I remember mostly wondering that my soul/self left the body during the fall and before the impact on the pebbles. Sorry, don't want to hijack your thread)
 
Pappillon said:
Thank you. fireflydancing, yes I have.
Manassass, Virginia. I'm about 32 years old and male negro. It's well after midnight and windy outside. I'm in a wooden cabin and pieces of faded calico almost cover two tiny glassless windows, one each side of the wooden door. I'm terrified and crying, trying to pray. Outside there are five or six men on horseback with white sheets over them, eyeholes cut out and sheets tied loosely around at the necks. They're yelling for me to come out, telling me what they're going to do to me. I don't want to die. One of them throws a lantern at the front door and it smashes and flames start burning the cabin. They fire pistols and a rifle through the window spaces and I duck for the floor. Flames are quickly filling the thick smoky room inside and I shut my eyes tightly. If I go outside they will cut me up and hang me. If I stay here the fire will kill me. I choose the fire and hope the smoke kills me first.

India, and it's 1947. I'm a young Indian male wearing white cricket flannels. I want to be English and white. Here I am one of millions, and my life is doomed to be stuck in the servant class if I stay here. I wanted to go with the Englishmen when they leave, but most have gone already. The new Indian government is sending it's soldiers to break any small rebellions before they can flower. A jeep roars along the road and into the small crowd that has gathered. We scatter and start to run. A soldier wearing a red turban leaps from the jeep and raises his pistol, as he looks for a target. A young woman in a yellow and orange sari is running beside me, half dragging a little boy with her and holding a wailing baby against her chest. She falls, and I can't leave her. I go back and help her up. And she and the boy are running down into the dry river bed, littered with boulders. I am just behind her, and I risk a quick turn of my head to see where the soldier is. He is not far away, and he notices me and raises the gun. He has a long moustache waxed to points. He eyes are shiny black, and his face shows no emotion. He fires, and the bullet hits me in the back, just under the right shoulder blade. I fall forwards, striking my forehead with force against a boulder. That's all I remember.

There are just snippets of bits from others, sitting at a wooden table eating meat and potatoes off a metal plate, a deadly-looking knife driven point-first into the table top just within reach of my right hand. I think I'm dressed in tights, and they're not clean.

Rigging creaking on a sailing vessel, but I can't swim.

The Middle Ages make me feel sick, and at school I couldn't look at woodcuts from that time. Reading about it has the same effect on me.

That's about all, fireflydancing. My Dad said that I could probably trace the Sikh soldier with the red turban. The colour would designate what regiment he was with.

Blessed be.
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Do you know which part of India is this 1947 memory from ? And were you an Indian or Britisher ? And if Indian, why would a Sikh soldier want to kill a fellow Indian? Or were you a muslin trying to go to Pakistan? Nothing is clear from your post.Maybe I can be of some help
 
Cyrus said:
Fantastic and far-fetched, if you ask me !

I'm just curious.

If reincarnation means re-positioning of the soul in another totally new body, how can a wound inflicted on the previous body influence on the state of health of the new body?

When you say

"...and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull..."

do you mean that that very weapon is present in the new body's skull, too? If yes, is this a copy of that first weapon, or is it that same weapon miraculously transferred into the skull of the new body? How could this tranference have been done, at which moment of the reincarnation? Who did it and with what purpose? Were the tattoos and/or some other marks on the old body tranferred onto the new body, too?

And if that weapon had been removed from the previous body's skull (still alive or already dead), would the new body still be affected?

Regards.
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I don't think Papillion meant there was something still physically stuck in their head from another life. I do think it's possible for past life trauma and injuries to show up as pain, sensations and other feelings with unknown origin in a present life.

When I was in my late teens, I had an intense sharp pain in my lower right side every winter. Years later, I found out I had been stabbed by a sword there in a battle. The muscles around my right eye are bit over developed and my left eye has a weakened, almost drooping appearance. Again, I learned in a previous life, my I was blind in my left eye due to small pox.

So I think it's possible, as I said, that traumatic injuries can imprint one way or the other on present lives, but I think it's preposterous to think you can "transport" in some way physical objects rom life to life.
 
Amy1 said:
Do you know which part of India is this 1947 memory from ? And were you an Indian or Britisher ? And if Indian, why would a Sikh soldier want to kill a fellow Indian? Or were you a muslin trying to go to Pakistan? Nothing is clear from your post.Maybe I can be of some help
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It's more likely or possible it was a Sikh soldier serving with the British, in some kind of riot control gone wrong? I doubt anyone allied with the Indian government would fire upon their own people, as they were in support of the British withdrawal, most likely. That would set a bad precedent.

The link below may be interesting reading.

https://www.allaboutsikhs.com/sikh-...historical-sikh-events-sikhs-in-world-war-ii/
 
Totoro said:
I don't think Papillion meant there was something still physically stuck in their head from another life. I do think it's possible for past life trauma and injuries to show up as pain, sensations and other feelings with unknown origin in a present life.

When I was in my late teens, I had an intense sharp pain in my lower right side every winter. Years later, I found out I had been stabbed by a sword there in a battle. The muscles around my right eye are bit over developed and my left eye has a weakened, almost drooping appearance. Again, I learned in a previous life, my I was blind in my left eye due to small pox.

So I think it's possible, as I said, that traumatic injuries can imprint one way or the other on present lives, but I think it's preposterous to think you can "transport" in some way physical objects rom life to life.
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Hi, Totoro:

This might be as you describe it. I understand.

Except, I don't see any reason for passing such a simple PL trauma on, to subsequent reincarnation(s). What could be learnt from it? I could imagine it all vice-versa.

I mean, say a physical body has some strange problem, say, some persistent pain that has nothing to do with any PL. Just some organic malfunction.

And here is where the subconscious steps in, creating a beautiful PL phantasy.

No way to check either version.

IMHO.

Regards,
 
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Cyrus said:
Fantastic and far-fetched, if you ask me !

I'm just curious.

If reincarnation means re-positioning of the soul in another totally new body, how can a wound inflicted on the previous body influence on the state of health of the new body?

When you say

"...and I guess the makeshift weapon was never removed from the skull..."

do you mean that that very weapon is present in the new body's skull, too? If yes, is this a copy of that first weapon, or is it that same weapon miraculously transferred into the skull of the new body? How could this tranference have been done, at which moment of the reincarnation? Who did it and with what purpose? Were the tattoos and/or some other marks on the old body tranferred onto the new body, too?

And if that weapon had been removed from the previous body's skull (still alive or already dead), would the new body still be affected?

Regards.
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Cyrus,

I will take a stab at this and try to explain. I believe that when there is great emotional and physical trauma during the process of death in a PL it leaves an impression on the inner subtle bodies usually the astral body. This is then carried over as karmic effects in the next life with the new physical body as well as the inner subtle bodies attached to it. As in each lifetime we receive not only a new physical body but also a new astral and mental body each lifetime as they are all intertwined as one.

However, the karmic effects are carried over in seed form and are slowly released in the new lifetime and personality being lived out. These impressions can be so strong that they manifest as either physical marks on the new body or as emotional and mental defects or illness within the new lifetime. Which is why some of us are born with healthy bodies in the beginning and others have health issues from the start.

Regards...

Polaris
 
Polaris8 said:
Cyrus,

I will take a stab at this and try to explain. I believe that when there is great emotional and physical trauma during the process of death in a PL it leaves an impression on the inner subtle bodies usually the astral body. This is then carried over as karmic effects in the next life with the new physical body as well as the inner subtle bodies attached to it. As in each lifetime we receive not only a new physical body but also a new astral and mental body each lifetime as they are all intertwined as one.

However, the karmic effects are carried over in seed form and are slowly released in the new lifetime and personality being lived out. These impressions can be so strong that they manifest as either physical marks on the new body or as emotional and mental defects or illness within the new lifetime. Which is why some of us are born with healthy bodies in the beginning and others have health issues from the start.

Regards...

Polaris
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Hi, Polaris8:

Would you, please, explain as if I were a 5-year-old child, what could my soul learn from retaining a PL death trauma, in case I was drowned in my PL?
And if I had been shot or hanged or eaten up by a hungry tiger, instead?
Would the lessons to learn have been different?

N.B. I use the terms 'lesson' and 'learn', but maybe it would be more correct to use something related to 'karma'? I know you'll get right what I wanted to say.

Thank you.

Best regards.
 
Cyrus,

Many think, karma is something that is either a punishment or reward. On the surface from a human level, that may seem so but in reality, it is a tool for the soul to learn its lessons thru trial and error so that it may know itself by its own experience. This is how soul creates its reality be it in this dimension or the higher dimensions. We live a universe that is about duality where everything here has its opposite. Light, dark, good, bad, positive, negative ect.. So, on a soul level we must experience everything that we can that the physical world has to offer. As this world is a school and training ground for the soul.

Ones, karma is a very personal matter so how ones dies on the physical plane or is reborn here is something only you can find out since it's a personal journey of the inner self. Most of what happens here is a balancing out of karmic debit one accumulates while here between both positive and negative karma. In time the negative karma becomes less and less and falls away while the positive karma become more and more over time. This leads the soul to a cycle where its slowly starts to become enlighten has to why it is here in the first place as it starts to get tired of the game here. So, it finally starts looking for the answers from within and follows the beat of its own drum.

Below is a link that might help in answering some of your questions.

Past Forward: Karmic Dictionary (Common Conditions) (healpastlives.com)

Best of luck...

P.
 
Totoro said:
It's more likely or possible it was a Sikh soldier serving with the British, in some kind of riot control gone wrong? I doubt anyone allied with the Indian government would fire upon their own people, as they were in support of the British withdrawal, most likely. That would set a bad precedent.

The link below may be interesting reading.

https://www.allaboutsikhs.com/sikh-...historical-sikh-events-sikhs-in-world-war-ii/
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Maybe OP was a sepoy? Or did they already stop using sepoys by then?
 
melon04 said:
Maybe OP was a sepoy? Or did they already stop using sepoys by then?
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Sepoys are still in service now. I think maybe in a loose usage of the term, any Indian or Pakistani soldier in a unit that is working with a British one, may be considered a Sepoy.

Pappillon said they were wearing a cricket uniform when a jeep drove up to disperse a crowd, perhaps. The cricket uniform could mean anything and that's not a lot of detail to go on. It's more likely to me the red turbaned fellow in the jeep was the Sepoy. As I'm reviewing the thread, there's no reason to think that this person is a Sikh. Sepoys and members of the Indian army all wore turbans. Some were just white strips of cloth wrapped around an inner helmet, others we used to denote rank and caste and Sikhs wore them as well. I'm not an expert on this topic! So you'll have to take it with a grain of salt. But my educated guess would be this was the British army doing crowd control of some kind.

Without more information, it's difficult to draw other conclusions. I did find this image on a broad search for Sepoy. I don't know the context of it, so it's difficult to say if it's a typical or stereotypical representation of a Sepoy. But the uniform and turban are both red as described in the memory.

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This much memory can’t lead to a good conclusion, unless other specific details are available. Sikhs formed majority of army of British ruled India and participated in world war 1 and 2. Sikhs are in present British ,Canadian and US army in significant numbers. They have immigrated to every conceivable part of the world and they are known for their service, nobility, justice and bravery. I’m an immigrant Sikh and if anyone is interested in Sikh history, I can help. Do you know of Khalsa aid ? Read a bit about that
 
Amy1 said:
This much memory can’t lead to a good conclusion, unless other specific details are available. Sikhs formed majority of army of British ruled India and participated in world war 1 and 2. Sikhs are in present British ,Canadian and US army in significant numbers. They have immigrated to every conceivable part of the world and they are known for their service, nobility, justice and bravery. I’m an immigrant Sikh and if anyone is interested in Sikh history, I can help. Do you know of Khalsa aid ? Read a bit about that
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I'm familiar with Sikhs, I'm just not an expert! I was one in Lahore in the late 1700's and early 1800's. :)

When doing past life research, I just prefer not to make definitive statements without conclusive proof. I would completely agree with you about the Sikh numbers in the British ranks, but what don't know is, is if the red turban was part of the uniform for a Sepoy or a Sikh specifically. If I did know, I could then say either yes, this man was a Sikh or he was a Sepoy, who may or may not have been a Sikh. I did try researching uniforms, I just didn't find an specific answer.

I will look up Khalsa aid! Thank you for the suggestion!
 
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